Willow Waters - Howling at the Moon

I missed my chance, if I ever had one
We used to dance and it felt like the sun
Is it too late or is it too soon?
I'm left here howling at the moon
Shadows beckon, approaching death
Yet still I take another breath
Dreams foretold a future fortune
Tortured in the present moment
Scattered on the floor like pickup sticks
Sort thyself, alone to fix
The mess I've made of my own mind
A different path alone to find
I could not meet your loves desire
A wretched shame, a burning fire
I want what cannot be foretold
The maze to end, the walls to fold
The maze to end, the walls to fold
I missed my chance, if I ever had one
We used to dance and it felt like the sun
Is it too late or is it too soon?
I'm left here howling at the moon

Written by:
Willow Waters

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